the news came early morning. he was coughing again. a dagger plunged sharply just below her heart. maloti jolted with the pain, a clenched breath pummelled through her lungs. monai, her eldest son, was coughing again. no, it was not just a cold. he was coughing blood. panic caught at her throat and squeezed, she sat up bolt upright. she could feel a wail starting at the base of her stomach. maloti stood up without thinking and rolled the thin…
They say change is constant So let there be some change It doesn’t happen in an instant It works at its own pace Keep the nostalgia, they’re priceless Discard the clutter, all worthless Redesign, repaint, bring in the freshness Introduce uncared corners to a thing called cleanliness Get up and welcome a change in your life Leave behind the doom and infuse a new life It’s alright to indulge in a little bit of madness Let change, the constant, lead you…
Haven’t written in a while. This feels like a homecoming, but am struggling where to start. Ironical since the post title is about not caring where things end. I have had a miserable few weeks, at one point I even burst into inconsolable tears. Then, fortuitously the grey clouds parted. I found myself on a boat, cruising down the South Lake Union. The sun was shining bright (a bit too bright for my eyes), but there was a gentle cool…
things keep moving moving so fast one moment it’s there and now it’s gone what about the things that stay on? as the years pass, i notice it’s getting to be quite an intense experience. this feeling of leaving, not childhood or youth or the thirties or forties or a month or year behind, or some idea of who one is… no. it’s like i leave worlds behind. entire universes, planets with their own sun, moon, and stars; their own…
“Elves,” concluded Lazywiz. A man and a woman were crossing the street. They were both dressed in black overcoats, a few sizes too big. Sharp features and a frenetic energy in their movement. Both had black hair with a lock of blue; a startling shade of indigo. She had a sleek ponytail and he carried off a rather long flop of hair. It was as if their human disguise had gone wrong. Harry Potter meets Lord of the Rings. On the radio,…
Is the glass half full or is it half empty? From person to person, the answer will vary Just so is life and your life’s story Either it’s very sad or full of glory Moments are those that glorify your life Happy or sad or the ones filled with strife Never does one stay for more than a given time It’s a cycle that repeats all your life time. Feel blessed for the good and prepare for the bad Accept…